Not the Girl Scout I thought I was
I am really pragmatic. I consider all the options. I'm also a ridiculously bad overthinker so I was fully prepared to hear just about anything. I'd read about the potential problems, potential fixes for the problems. But it was still doable cos the cut off for assistance on the NHS was 39. I'm 38. Phew.
Except it's not. It's 38. I missed it. I'm too old. The doc was amazing. I felt like the arse felt out of my world. This wasn't something I'd imagined I'd hear. I tried to hold it together. I couldn't. I cried. But he talked and I listened. I asked questions. He saw hubby's results and was pretty certain that the low concentration was a significant problem. We're talking 5% of the concentration they'd like. Not impossible but really unlikely without help. Specialist help. And expensive help. Fuck.
The NHS will do investigations but will not fund assisted conception for a 38 year old woman. Not in my Health Board anyway.
He gave me options and recommendations for private clinics.
In 2 weeks, I'm having a diagnostic laparoscopy to check all my baby-making equipment functions. It's free. Gratis. Lucky me.